The heavy door ground shut behind them, sealing with a final groan that echoed ominously across the chamber.

For the first time in what felt like hours, the oppressive weight of imminent death seemed to lift.

Ahead lay a room that was plain,almost disappointingly so,after the gauntlet of traps and puzzles they had just navigated.

Its walls were bare stone, cold and unadorned, while the torchlight painted long shadows into the corners, creating an eerie atmosphere.

At the far end stood another arched entrance, carved into the wall like a silent promise of further trials waiting just beyond reach.

Otherwise, nothing stirred,no shifting walls, no carved serpents poised to spit darts, no pendulums whispering through the air.

Gunner's voice immediately cut through the silence, sharp, commanding, and cautious.

"Perimeter sweep! Check everything: corners, floor, ceiling. Assume nothing."

The squad obeyed instantly,boots scraped against stone as they fanned out; rifles raised and eyes narrowed in focus.

They tapped along the walls, tested the ground with bayonets, ran their hands over cracks that might conceal deadly triggers.

Their discipline remained unflinching despite exhaustion weighing heavily on their shoulders,minutes ticked by with nothing revealed.

Finally, Gunner exhaled through his nose and lowered his rifle.

"Clear,no threats."

His words washed over the group like a tide retreating from shore,a collective sigh of relief as tension bled from their shoulders.

The archaeologists slumped against the wall almost in unison; sighs escaped them like air from punctured skins.

Soldiers sat with their backs pressed to stone, rifles resting on laps.

In that moment, silence enveloped them,a welcome reprieve louder than any battle cry.

Arthur's voice broke this fragile calm with quiet authority.

"Ok everyone we will rest here for a while."

When they heard what Arthur everyone inexplicably let out huge sighs of relief as they slumped on the floor.

---

As they settled into this temporary sanctuary, small sounds filled the chamber, the return of men and women to their humanity.

Canteens were unslung; water poured into mouths and trickled down chins before splashing across dirt-streaked faces.

Dry rations were torn open,hard biscuits crumbled under fingers; strips of preserved meat were shared alongside bitter fruit paste wrapped in leaves.

The crunching mingled with low murmurs of conversation.

Jace sat apart from them all, propped against the wall with his left sleeve tightly tied above where his arm used to be,a stark reminder of their perilous journey.

His skin was pale as chalk; eyes half-lidded and breath shallow as he fought against fatigue and pain.

Dr. Ren knelt beside him,steady hands working despite her own exhaustion,as he wrapped clean bandages around his stump while speaking softly to tether Jace's mind to reality.

"You're strong," Ren said quietly but firmly. "You held it together when others would have collapsed."

Jace tried to laugh, but it came out as a dry rasp. "Strong… I feel like half a man."

Ren adjusted the bandages around Jace's arm, choosing to ignore his words.

"You're alive," he said firmly. "That's more than I can say for most."

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over them. Arthur stood tall, his presence commanding without effort.

He studied Jace for a long moment before reaching into his coat.

A small glass vial glimmered between his fingers, the liquid inside a deep crimson.

With a swift motion, he tossed it to Ren, who caught it instinctively.

"Have him drink this," Arthur instructed. "It will stop the bleeding."

Ren's brow furrowed in concern, but he nodded and twisted the cork from the vial before pressing it to Jace's lips.

The soldier swallowed obediently, grimacing at the metallic taste that flooded his mouth. Within moments, the pallor of his skin began to fade; his breathing steadied as color rushed back into his cheeks,like life itself had been poured back into him.

Ren's eyes widened in disbelief. "Remarkable…"

Jace flexed the fingers of his remaining hand in astonishment. "The pain...."

"Gone?" Arthur asked with an intensity that demanded an answer.

"Dulled," Jace admitted, staring at him with newfound hope.

Arthur's expression remained inscrutable as he nodded once.

"If we survive this ordeal," he promised, "I'll see you fitted with a cybernetic arm, stronger than the one you lost."

For the first time since losing his limb to that pendulum trap, hope flickered in Jace's eyes.

He opened his mouth to respond, but Arthur was already moving away, striding across the chamber with purpose.

---

On one side of the chamber, archaeologists had gathered in earnest discussion.

Their rations lay forgotten amidst notebooks and charcoal pencils scattered about them like leaves after a storm.

Pages rustled as they laid out sketches of glyphs and diagrams of trap mechanisms, hasty translations of symbols etched into stone walls long ago.

Professor Adrian leaned over a spread of papers; fatigue lined his brow yet couldn't dim the brightness in his eyes.

"The sophistication of these systems… it's beyond comprehension! Retractable blades? Collapsible ceilings? Pressure-triggered mechanisms? This level of mechanical engineering shouldn't exist in their recorded era!"

Dr. Ren knelt near Jace but listened intently without looking up. "You're saying the Azurians were centuries ahead of their time?"

"Not centuries," Professor Kaelen Rhys interjected sharply; academia dripped from every word he spoke. "Millennia! No civilization during their age should have conceived such precision."

Marta Sorel nodded vigorously, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

"And yet they did! Just look at the inscriptions we copied. They don't merely showcase artistry; they unveil blueprints, schematics for inventions we thought were impossible until just a few centuries ago!"

Josef Brandt leaned closer, his calloused finger tapping a sketch with fervor.

"Crossbows hidden within walls, triggered by weighted levers. These designs are ancient yet remarkably refined,almost modern! No wonder legends hailed Azuria as the empire of wonders."

Professor Adrian's gaze drifted into the distance, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

"And always… there looms the shadow of Vaerion VII. Every account circles back to him,the emperor who emerged with knowledge no mortal should possess. Knowledge that transformed a kingdom into an empire."

Kaelen's brow furrowed in intrigue. "History remembers him as a genius, but what if he was something more? A man out of time or perhaps something entirely different?"

Marta shivered slightly, clutching her notes tightly to her chest. "We shouldn't speak so freely…"

Yet their voices continued to rise and fall, excitement mingling with fatigue as they animatedly pieced together fragments of history deep within the tomb's bowels.

---

Across the chamber, soldiers had let their guard down, sharing rare moments of camaraderie amidst their grim surroundings.

Weapons leaned against stone walls while packs lay open, rations being passed around accompanied by playful grumbles about their unappetizing taste.

Ethan, ever restless and outspoken, chewed loudly on a strip of dried meat and gestured toward the archaeologists engrossed in their work.

"Look at them! Still scribbling like schoolkids! We're trapped in this stone coffin and they're busy writing essays!"

Mireille snorted in response, wiping sweat from her brow. "Better than whining all day long, Ethan."

Stone chuckled,a low rumble that added warmth to the air. "He'd complain even if you put him on a throne."

"Damn right," Ethan shot back without hesitation. "At least I'd have cushions while I complained!"

Laughter rippled through the group,brief but genuine,as Holt leaned back against the wall with a sigh.

"It feels good to laugh… almost makes me forget that half our squad is gone."

Marek's expression turned serious as he interjected sharply, "Don't forget them, remember or you'll follow them."

Rask nodded solemnly beside him. "The tomb doesn't forgive mistakes."

Vos glanced at Ethan with an unexpected smile breaking through his stoic demeanor.

"Still, his jokes beat silence any day."

Even Gunner,sitting apart with his rifle across his knees, allowed a flicker of amusement before shutting it down with an irritated growl:

"Eat up and keep quiet; we move soon."

The soldiers grumbled, their discontent palpable, but none dared to defy orders.

---

Arthur sat alone against the wall opposite the entrance, a strip of dried bread clenched between his teeth.

The unfolded map sprawled across his knees like a treasure waiting to be uncovered.

Flickering torchlight danced over the parchment, illuminating intricate lines and symbols that seemed to whisper secrets only he could decipher.

His gaze fixated on the drawn corridors branching from the stone chamber.

With deliberate precision, his finger traced two initial passages,the very ones he had skillfully nudged Ravik and Caelum into choosing.

Each mark was meticulous; every symbol hinted at traps, hidden chambers, and choke points.

In his mind's eye, he envisioned it all: pendulums swinging like scythes, arrows whistling through the air, ceilings crashing down in a cloud of dust and chaos.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth not quite a smile.

His eyes hardened, reflecting a chill deeper than the flickering flames around him.

"I hope by now," he murmured under his breath,his voice barely louder than a whisper meant for stone alone...."that they're dead."

His words faded into the heavy silence of the chamber.

Meanwhile, archaeologists continued their spirited debate about Vaerion VII, their voices weaving together fragments of mystery.

Laughter rang out as soldiers exchanged jabs; it was thin but genuine,a momentary escape from tension.

Jace spoke softly to Dr. Ren, who inspected the stump of his arm with an unsettling curiosity.

And there was Arthur,leaning against stone older than empires,watching his map while plotting three steps ahead in a game only he seemed to play.

The torchlight flickered again,shadows danced across his face and along the walls of this plain chamber that had briefly transformed into a sanctuary amid uncertainty.

Across the room stood an unyielding door, silent and patient as if holding its breath for what lay beyond.

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